Did you… did you guys now that going to sleep at 5 am when you have to get up at 7 am is bad for you? Like, you could've told me. I feel weird. And tired. But I'll fix my sleep schedule, don't worry.

I lost this file and had to rewrite it, might seem a little rushed.

Magic sure is convenient!

May

It's been a while since I've felt this. Extreme tension you'll only experience when the patient's life is on the line. The fear from the family, the assistant's confusion, and the unusual silence. It's the worst. Vertebrates of any kind, especially horses, will loudly protest against their treatment at least once. If they don't even do that, the patient is already dying. Not beyond saving, but close.

Thankfully, Helios reacted when Yana placed cotton in his ears to reduce sound stimulation of muscle spasms. But he barely flinched when I started cutting open his wound. Normally, you would just vaccinate the horse, sedate the wound, and cut it and open to clean it. I can't completely sedate the horse, nor do I possess the vaccination. Immediately after making the first small cut, I applied a mixture of herbs and alcohol, to clean and sterilize his wound. He tried to neigh, but his stiffened jaw kept him from producing a sound. My assistant, Reeve E. Dowd, or Countess of Trose, handed Yana the grated Sun Catnip so she can feed it to him. She had to force it down, rather than feed him, but she did a good job.

From what I've seen, Yana has her way around animals, but no medical knowledge at all. It was reassuring to have someone like Reeve as an assistant. She felt obligated to help me, since she couldn't do anything for him. Apparently, she's some kind of important person, having an escort and all that. I overheard one saying something about a Sage, and that 'she was granted extraordinary magical capabilities on top of her noble birth´. All I could see was an ordinary young woman in her twenties with long, wavy and curly light green hair, but I shouldn't judge people by their appearance.

I made the second cut, repeating the procedure.

The third proved to be more difficult. I had to remove a splinter from the wound, and I couldn't afford splitting it up in even smaller parts. I had to remove it carefully as fast as I could.

After that, the operation went on without any complications.

"…Reeve, did you get everything I said?" I asked my assistant.

She nodded, and repeated: "Keep the patient hydrated, sterilize and clean the wound every hour, apply heat to muscle spasms, massage stiff body part, and wake you up in 6 hours. That's all you asked for, right?"

I was confident she got everything, so I nodded and attempted to leave, dragging Yana with me. "You're gonna go get some sleep too. You'll only be in the way if you're like this."

Expecting her to refuse, I already planned how to convince her, but she was cooperative and followed me. I guess she has experience in treating animals, but it's difficult when you have to treat your own horse.

I entered the bed Yana's parents prepared for me, and fell asleep faster than expected.

I'm back.

Back in this weird, bleak room. Except, you can't call it bleak anymore. Instead of the dreary white room it was before, the room, including furniture, was painted in light orange, in peach, with the occasional red dot. I had no clue why, nor did it interest me.

The furniture had changed, and only the desk and the chair remained. Instead of a laptop, a piece of paper, surrounded by red sparks of electricity, and a quill was placed on the desk. As I had no way of leaving this dream, I took a closer look at the paper.

Turns out I can't read it, as the letters, and probably the language, was unknown to me. It's pretty long, too, but that's irrelevant. At the bottom, there was some kind of fancy looking lightning symbol, with an empty spot barely big enough for my thumb. From the looks of it, this was probably a contract of a kind.

And that pissed me off. (More and more red dots appeared on the wall, but I didn't notice.) I'm brought to this world against my will, and probably have no way of returning. Sure, it's not like anyone treats me badly here, but still. Instead of leaving something for me, what or whoever brought me here could at least talk to me personally.

"Just talk to me!" At the top of my lungs, I screamed for whatever brought me here.

And it worked. -+You seem troubled, child. Is there something bothering you?+-

The same feminine voice I heard the last time I came here answered. Or asked, to be specific. Scarily, my anger subsided upon hearing her soothing voice. Despite what I was thinking, I felt guilty for even being angry. I felt like I was wrong. But still, I knew my anger was justified.

"Wh-why am I here?!" Pressured by her voice, I stuttered.

-+Gods can't interfere with the mortals affairs. At least not directly. That is why I send you here to fix our- no, her mistake+- Although this didn't tell me anything, I couldn't dare to talk back. You could almost say I was being a pathetic coward, submitting to only her voice, if she weren't in fact some kind of divine being. My complex didn't help either, but it's not like it ever did.

-+Just place your finger on the contract. Without it, you, or others, might die+-

Hoping to escape this place and the feeling of inferiority, I pushed my fingers onto the paper, without hesitating a second.

[line]

Covered in sweat, I woke up. Reeve was standing next to me, having a troubled expression.

"Is something?" I asked her.

"Ah, it's nothing. After all you're awake now, so please look after the patient."

I stood up and tidied myself.

The tension from yesterday lessened, but remained. When I arrived, everyone else was hurrying around, treating Helios. They looked exhausted, both physically and mentally. Unlike me, who had experience in these situations. I rushed over to them, and inspected Helios condition. No one spoke up when I entered, only silently greeting me with a nod.

There were no irregularities, so I helped them massage his body.

His breathing became rigged. There were no visible changes in his condition, so he might be weakening.

Reeve took out a staff and held it towards his body. The gem on top started to shine and Helios was engulfed in light. His condition stabilized, and I relaxed.

It's ridiculous how convenient those staves are. It might not cure illnesses, but they can be used to stabilize the condition, detoxification, speed up cell regeneration, and some other stuff unrelated to medicine.

It seems you can't use staves unless you have the right [class] or a certain valuable [skill]. After I met Reeve, I came to know a few things about this world. Everyone has a [class], from the moment of their birth. Humans start off with weak [classes] with no [skills] and almost no actual power at all. They are called [low-classes], and examples are [noble], [commoner], [orphan] etc. Using something called [First Seal], they can get a more powerful [class] with a lot of room to grow, and the ability to use weapons fully. Those are called [unpromoted classes]. After that, you can advance using a [Master Seal] or a [Special Seal], to a more powerful [promoted class]. If your class can't promote or you're discontent with your [class], you need to use a [Second Seal] to reclass. There seem to be special items that let you reclass into [unique classes], but those are either extremely rare or have annoying conditions. Some people can't reclass or promote, and might

Now onto skills. Every class besides [low-classes] and some exceptions grants you two [skills], and you can only equip up to five. If you are lucky and your parents have strong genes, you can inherit one [skill] each from them. Just like [classes], you can acquire [unique skills] using special items. Those seem to be even rarer and more valuable, just possessing one would make someone special. There are rumors about people creating their own [skills] through will-power and/or ancient magic, but it's unconfirmed.

Since I somehow skipped using the [First Seal], the rules might only apply to residents or this world completely. I checked out my [Character Sheet] like Reeve told me before, and found out I'm an Archer. I can still remember the movements I did during the weird training, but it seems my dream self was an exaggeration of myself.

The [skills] I had were [Skill +2], which grants you +2 on your skill stat, and [Eclipse], a [skill] multiplying the damage I deal by 5 if activated. Right now the activation rate is only 2%, so it's still useless. Not that I ever planned on fighting, but in a world like this self-defense is needed.

Helios treatment continued without complications.

Up till now, we managed to keep his condition stable. Then for a short moment, we led our guard down, and his heart came to a stop.

I panicked internally, but tried to perform a heart massage. I didn't have nearly enough power to reanimate his heart, so it was futile.

Still, I pushed. Over and over, with an even rhythm. Nothing happened.

Desperately, I kept pushing. Just as I was about to give up, my hand glowed red. Sparks flew from it, and electricity gathered around the lightning symbols appearing on my hands. When I pushed once again, the electricity discharged, running a shock through the horse's body.

I was able to hear Helios heartbeat again, and wiped the tears that appeared on my face, I didn't know whether they were tears of happiness I shed after saving him or tears of sadness I shed while fearing for his life.

Reeve moved her mouth, and it seemed she was telling me something. But I couldn't make out what she was saying and my vision blackened abruptly.

Somehow, I just couldn't write Helios treatment detailed for a second time, so you get this mess. Now that I have actually an exact plan how to advance her storyline, I'll be faster.

I'm Sol D. Mars and I hope to see you again!